At dawn, a terrible whistle suddenly sounded in Xiyuan.

Cao Bianjiao was excited, quickly turned over and got out of bed, and began to put on a drape. Seeing that Li Yanzhi, who was in the same room, had not gotten up yet, he kicked Li Yanzhi on the buttocks.

"Don't make trouble...... Li Yanzhi slapped his hand in a daze, turned over and continued to sleep.

Cao Bianjiao frowned and lifted Li Yanzhi's quilt.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Li Yanzhi sat up all of a sudden and shouted in panic.

"Urgently assembled." Cao Bianjiao said casually, put the cotton armor on his body, and then glanced at Li Yanzhi, "Such a big person, you actually sleep naked......"

Li Yan smiled directly, Jiao Erlang jumped out of bed and began to put clothes on his body, "I'm used to it, I can't sleep with my clothes on......"

"Hurry up!" Cao Bianjiao urged, picked up the helmet and put it on top of his head, and began to urge the others to get up.

Cao Bianjiao is now the general manager, and there are a hundred martial artists under him.

This time, a total of 300 Wujinshi were admitted, but the Wujinshi did not wait for official positions, but were pulled into Xiyuan, divided into three posts, and the top three Wujinshi Cao Bianjiao, Zhou Yuji and Huang Degong served as the commanders respectively, and began strict drills.

I've been practicing for more than a month now......

Cao Bianjiao was born in a military household, and his uncle Cao Wenzhao was a guerrilla general in Liaodong, who grew up in the military camp since he was a child, and Cao Bianjiao was well versed in the way of leading troops. He took the lead in trouble, and the martial artists under him also obeyed him.

Seeing that all his subordinates got up and dressed neatly, Cao Bianjiao led them to run towards the school grounds.

Along the way, people kept rushing out of the barracks and running towards the school grounds, some wearing clothes as they ran.

Cao Bianjiao quickly came to the school with his subordinates, and soon lined up in line. At this time, there were still many Wujin soldiers from the other two posts who had not come.

The whistle continued to blow, and it blew twice again, and Fang stopped, and the three hundred martial artists had already reached most of them.

Xu Xiancun stood in front with a gloomy face, and ten noble instructors stood side by side behind him.

Five or six Wujin soldiers came in a panic because of their disheveled clothes, and Xu Xiancun said in a dark voice: "If you are late for the assembly, each person will have ten lashes!" ”

A few nobles went over, pressed them to the ground without saying anything, tore off their cotton pants, and then the honorable instructors each took a whip and whipped down heavily on their tender buttocks.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The terrible screams resounded in the sky above Xiyuan, and the other martial artists were frightened, but they didn't dare to say much.

Since they came to Xiyuan, being beaten has been commonplace, and at first they were angry, shouting that Lao Tzu was a martial artist, not here to be Qiu Ba to suffer. Then the instructor who beat them smiled grimly, saying that Lao Tzu is still the son of the Marquis, and the future Marquis of Daming did not suffer the same crime before!

These martial artists were startled and didn't dare to say anything more. In front of the sons and daughters of the nobles, they are like ants in terms of identity as martial artists.

From then on, these warriors began their miserable years in Xiyuan.

At the beginning, it was a queue training, and one stop was an hour or two hours, and these martial artists were strong and a little unbearable. The honorable instructors sat on the horses with a smile, chatting with melon seeds, but whenever a martial artist tried to be lazy, the whip would be whipped on them like eyes.

How many sins they suffered when they were trained that day, these noble children inflicted twice as much abuse on the warriors, and many people were beaten every day and cried wolf.

Standing in line, turning left and right, walking in formation, tiring, boring and tedious, this training continued for a month, until the queue was uniform, and three hundred people were the same.

And now, when the dawn people were sleeping the deepest, they started an emergency assembly, and I don't know what the sinister brocade guard leader and those noble gentlemen are doing!

"These few stayed, cleaned all the barracks and latrines, and didn't eat until they were finished! Others, running and marching drills, went west to the walls of the imperial city, ran north to Bei'anmen, and then returned to the camp, and those who did not come back for half an hour were not allowed to eat breakfast! Xu Xiancun ordered in a cold voice.

The Wujin soldiers suddenly made a commotion, from here to Bei'anmen and back, it would take at least fifteen or sixteen miles, and it would only take half an hour, and they would not be tired to death!

"Whoever dares to make a noise again, ten lashes per person!" Xu Xiancun shouted.

The martial artists immediately closed their mouths, they had all seen the ruthlessness of King Xu Yan.

Cao Bianjiao silently ran west with his left post, and then followed Zhou Yuji's middle post and Huang Degong's right post.

"Zhang Shize, Liu Shaozong, a few of you rode to Bei'anmen, Xu Yuanzhen, Li Guozhen, a few of you rode horses and stared everywhere on the way to prevent anyone from being lazy and turning back halfway." Xu Xiancun commanded.

"Order!" The nobles agreed, and walked away quickly.

After several months of rigorous training, these noble children have changed from the past. Of course, there are only more than 30 of the more than 50 nobles left, and almost 20 or so have been eliminated, and those 20 or so have basically lost the right to inherit the title......

Running, running hard, tired like dogs. Although these martial artists are all practicing martial arts, they just boil up their strength and practice sword and archery on weekdays, and they have never run such a long distance.

But they didn't dare to be lazy and turn back, for the damned nobleman was watching them from all over the city wall.

Cao Bianjiao ran before and after, cheering for his subordinates who couldn't run, and in the end he even dragged the can't run jogging, and under his drive, all the 100 Wujin soldiers of the left post returned to the camp on time, and it was already dawn at this time.

Huang Degong and Zhou Yuji were not as careful as Cao Bianjiao, they just took the lead in running in front, without scruples about the backward subordinates, as a result, there were several people in both of them who could not return in time, and then, these people who came back late really had nothing to eat......

The food in the camp was not bad, four large meat buns per person, a large bowl of millet porridge, and those Wujin soldiers who failed to return in time could only swallow saliva and watch others eat.

Zhou Yuji looked at a few of his subordinates who were very aggrieved when they had no food to eat, sighed, and stuffed a steamed bun into a person's hand. After eating, I have to train all morning, and I can't stand it without eating anything.

Xu Xiancun glanced over this side gloomily, but did not make a sound.

Huang Degong ate without hesitation, completely ignoring a few hungry subordinates. A few wastes, always dragging Lao Tzu back, deserve to starve!

After breakfast, I rested for a quarter of an hour, and then began the morning drill, which was a boring marching training, interspersed with standing military postures, and one practice was two hours.

King Xu Yan finally gave his grace and said that he would rest for an afternoon in the afternoon, but he was still not allowed to go out of the West Garden!